“She was crawling around on the floor,” Dawn told us later. She said she felt sorry for Sherri Griffin! Scrambling on her hands and knees in the Laundromat for a quarter. Who knew the state of that floor?
(We certainly don’t—we don’t go to the Laundromat.)
“You felt sorry for her, but not sorry enough to walk by and pretend you hadn’t seen,” said Tammy. The conversation stopped for a moment. But that was Tammy for you, you couldn’t always be sure when she was joking and when she was serious.
Dawn and Tammy have never gotten along perfectly; it went back to a beef that Dawn’s daughter Avery and Tammy’s daughter Izzy had back in second grade, smoothed over but never really forgotten. Dawn gave Tammy a look and said she would have been happy to give Sherri Griffin a quarter but she simply didn’t carry cash anymore. And certainly not coins. Everything is credit cards or Venmo these days.
“I told her she should try barre class tomorrow,” said Dawn. “Why not, right?” We used to go to a different barre class, but we’d recently switched. And ever since we’d switched, Rebecca had stopped going. We didn’t know why.
Tammy said, “Okaaaaay,” but didn’t look too happy about it.